[breathing water] || once you told me | how your father | took you swimming | years ago when you were young || and he told you | that his daughter | had a magic lung | and that you were able | breathing under water || when he swam another round | you tried though you could hardly swim | and almost drowned || i had trusted you | like you trusted your father | and now i am | breathing water||

"Father, this thick air is murderous / I would breathe water." this is how the poem "full fathom five" by sylvia plath ends. i always loved these final lines and i've stolen the metaphor and connected it to a childhood memory that an acquaintance of mine once told me. the two children that are singing along in the chorus are keyla and daliah.